Rocket’s glare landed on me, and he lifted an eyebrow.
“The joke’s on him, Rocket. I don’t need the training wheels, when I have the real thing right here. That little thing there? Nothing near what you’re packing.”
“Ugh. I need to start wearing ear plugs,” Micro murmured as he walked away, still carrying the strap-on gingerly by the severed strap.
Laughter followed, but whether it was from what he said or what I said, I didn’t care.
“Rocket, look at me. It was just a prank, but it’s okay. Let’s move on, okay? I’m hungry, and you promised me a late lunch.”
He followed me back to my car.
“Don’t remember that.”
“Right after you tried knocking me up.”
“Jesus, V!” He practically shoved me into my own car, swiping Nixie from my arms as we moved.
Was he embarrassed? Ashamed? Didn’t he want anyone to know we’d been sleeping together? Maybe for him this was nothing more than a little fuckbuddy thing, and he’d simply cast me aside when he found someone new. Then again, was I really wondering about our future together after one ‘date’? I wasn’t ready for a relationship, if I’d ever be, and he was probably the last kind of man I should go for. He was tying my mind in knots, my heart too. Was I just rebounding all over the poor guy? What if we really got pregnant? Was there ever going to be a future? Was he just giving me the gift of his sperm, without planning to even see his child? Oh my god. This was screwing with my head.
“You gonna start the damn car, woman?”
I flipped him off, and did just that, heading for the gate and that same prospect, who seemed to have a black eye that I took particular pleasure in seeing. I hope it knocked some manners into him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
By that night Iwas still fucking stewing over Grease and his little gag. Did he think it was that funny? Did he think that it would upset V? Was he picking on her or me? I didn’t care if it was about me, but that thing was in the ‘queen’ seat. It was where she’d fucking sit if there was actually a seat there. You have a beef with me, and tamper with my ride, which you do at your own fucking peril, tamper withmyfucking seat.
“Where is he?” I demanded as I stepped into the lounge, seeing Stag and Henley racking up a game of pool. Otherwise the place was fucking dead. That was something else I hated about this fucking club. How the hell could we be a brotherhood when most of the time we weren’t even hanging together?
“What’s up, brother?” Henley nodded at Stag, passing his pool cue to him, as he headed over to me. He looked like he should be wearing a fucking cut, but they were still negotiating a prospect term for him or something, while he hung with us and partied with us like he was already fucking family.
“Hey. Looking for Grease.” Henley grimaced, darting a look over his shoulder at Stag, who just shrugged.
“Haven’t seen him, man, but… are you sure you-”
“Fucker needs to swallow his fucking teeth, man. I’m done fucking about. This ends today.”
Henley groaned, turning to frown at Stag, and that fucker just grinned.
“I’m here for that, man.”
“Dammit. Look, I like you, and I like this club. I really don’t want to see shit go down that could hurt either of you.”
I placed a hand firmly in the centre of Henley’s chest, and pushed him back half a pace.
“I like you. I think you could be a great addition to this club, but you get in the way of me fucking him up, and we’re gonna have a problem.”
Henley sighed, dragging a hand through that long fucking hair of his.
“Jesus. Sure you don’t wanna sit down and have a drink with me? Think shit through?”
I saw him glancing at the office doors, and that told me what I needed to know.
“GREASE! Get your pathetic ass out here!”
Henley groaned, following my eyeline, and watching as two doors opened, and Grease appeared from his office, a shit-eating grin already in place, and Micro followed from his office, an exhausted look on his face. For a new father, he was spending a shit ton of time here. Way more than I’d expected.
“Brothers, this isn’t the-”
